I Just Want to Be a Kid

This is true, I've been having memories lately. Better times I miss them...

Mentor, teach me life. Show me how the flowers bloom. The power of words, Make me cry Make me cringe Every damned day? It makes me think, How I was cradled as a child. I look through these photo albums. Four, five, six... Ten, eleven, twelve... I'm having flashbacks again... I had that dream, I was talking to myself, A seven year old... I wish I was him I wish I didn't have to see, Black fog and corpses in my mind. It's too scary I hate it... Make it go away! Please! I just want to be a Kid again.

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